life update: not technically dead (although school slays me). you've probably all guessed by now but my stories are going to stay unfinished (a thousand apologies for being so lame). however, don't be surprised by a random one-shot!

So he was the dandelion in the grass, the red kite against the uniform blue sky, the sole smile in every family portrait; because he was determined to shine not because his blood was as pure as it comes, but because he had a heart and soul and he was not afraid to show it.

The Situation? Life handed me a crapload of suck, and I responded by showing the maturity level of a three-year-old. You know, hours of endless sulking, mental brat-fests, that sort of thing. I didn’t realize until later that maybe, just maybe, life was trying to teach me a little something called love – and the way it happens in the most unexpected of ways, with the most unexpected of people. Like, possibly, my husband.
Go figure.

I thought it was bad enough when I got partnered with James Sirius Potter in this dumb project – that is, until Minnie cheerfully handed me our baby. Throw in a house, my-very-muggle grandmother, my very-muggle-and-deranged cousin, and I’m officially screwed to hell and back.
Bloody brilliant.

I am going to kill Malfoy. I mean, being a pratty boss is one thing – that I can (barely) deal with. He can be as much of a git as he likes, as long as he doesn’t involve me in his gitfaced plans.
But when he suddenly decides that I need to be involved in his gitfaced plans…
Oh boy.And nothing's gonna tear us apart.

This is it - I'm completely and utterly screwed. Honestly, if I knew being Lily Evans' best friend would come with this many occupational hazards, I would have run away screaming the moment I set eyes on her. Alas, I have a terrible sense of self-preservation; this would be another contributing factor to my current predicament, which (lucky me) just so happens to be at James Potter's wedding...and in the middle of ruining it. Damn Lily.

I'm not giving up. I'm not backing down.
This time, I'll make her understand - I'll force Lily Evans to see that I love her. No matter what it takes. By the time my stupid mates let us out of this godforsaken broom cupboard, she'll be crystal clear on this one:
I. LOVE. YOU. LILY. EVANS.
Get it? Got it? GOOD.

I don't believe in urban legends, but they're truly not kidding when they say history repeats itself.
It's really just my rotten luck that I'm the one who ends up re-living Lily Evans' nightmare of a love-life.
Joy.
( Lily/James & Rose/Scorpius )

Hate is a passionate emotion. Very similar to (wink, wink) lurve.
I mean, it's obvious that Victoire Weasley has strong feelings for me. So when she tells me that she despises me, she really means that she adores me and would like to have my babies.
Right.